Man About Town
Afternoon delights
WE LIVE IN A STRANGE half-liberated, half-imprisoned world right now. It’s not unlike being at Gordonstoun in the late Eighties, or so I imagine, with less cross-country running. But I have been making the most of my afternoons.
I have taken libations with various Critic writers and contributors, most notably a fine Margaux and cigar-laden lunch at Boisdale with the wine critic Henry Jeffreys and an equally memorable al fresco repast at the Rose and Crown in Oxford with the Rev Fergus Butler-Gallie.
We were fortunate enough on the latter occasion to be, publican extraordinaire, and much-loved dispenser of good beer and better cheer. Yet he brought sad tidings of the pub’s shifting clientele. “None of the students drink here any more,” he sniffed. “It all stopped about five years ago. These days, they’re all teetotal or take drugs.”
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